There was nary a child in the 90s who didn’t love Goosebumps, the horror-lite book series by R.L. Stine. Some of them were just ridiculous (such as the evil sponge in It Came From Beneath the Sink!) and others were downright creepy. I like to think of Goosebumps as a gateway drug to darker and scarier things, which maybe explains why I started reading Stephen King at the age of 10.